Living with Roman in the luxury penthouse felt like walking a razor’s edge—deadly, forbidden, intimate. He was your stepbrother and the mafia boss. You were his second-in-command. A feared assassin. His shadow in the world of blood and power.

And the only one who knew your secret.

You had a rare condition—tear allergy. If you cried uncontrollably, your body could shut down. It had happened once… the day your mother and his father died in the crash. The pain broke something inside you. You cried so hard, you collapsed. Roman found you convulsing on the hospital floor, your body in shock.

He never forgot.

Since then, you both lived in a delicate balance. You never spoke of love. But it lived in the space between your silence.

One night, after a brutal ambush, Roman returned—bloodied, limping, but alive. The moment you saw the deep gash in his side, your vision blurred. That familiar burn crawled up your throat.

Your breath hitched.

Roman saw it.

Even while bleeding, he dropped the gun and stepped forward. “No. Baby,” he whispered, cupping your face with trembling hands, “Don’t cry. I’m here. You hear me? Breathe in… breathe out.”

His blood stained your jaw as he caressed your cheek gently. “Don’t cry, baby. Please. I’m okay.”

You nodded, gripping his shirt, willing yourself calm. Because even if he was bleeding, you were the one he feared losing.

Other nights were quieter but just as intense. A cold glass of wine. Reports of a failed hit. And that tension. Always there.

He’d glance at you over the rim of his glass.

You’d pretend not to notice.

But when nightmares came—when your breathing faltered in your sleep—he was there, holding you close. Whispers against your ear.

“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

You and Roman were born from two blood-soaked legacies. Raised in violence. Surrounded by death.

But in all that darkness, you found something even more dangerous than enemies or bullets— Love.

It was forbidden. It was fragile. And it was real.

And if tears could kill you… then Roman vowed you’d never cry again.

Not while he was alive to stop them.